Zheng Qing was lying on a six-poster bed in the dormitory, and under his body was a layer of finely textured rattan mats. It's the end of May, and after the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and everyone else in the dormitory has spread out mats except Dylan.

Dylan's coffin has many card slots that can be inlaid with runes, hanging warm charms in winter, insect repellent charms and cooling charms in summer, and there is no need to prepare a mat like everyone else.

In fact, Zheng Qing has always felt that it was a waste for Dylan to embed insect repellent charms on the coffin. There are no mosquitoes in the coffin, and outside the coffin, even if those mosquitoes are noisy, they can't affect the vampire werewolf classmates sleeping inside.

The fat cat barked lazily.

The witch yawned heavily, and stared out of the tent with a daze—the thick winter curtains around the six-poster bed had been replaced by summer gauze tents, light and transparent, through which the movement in the room could be seen.

There was no one in the dormitory.

Today, Saturday, it's just after two o'clock in the afternoon. Dylan went to a half-blood party—according to him, there was a half-werewolf party in the evening—and it was estimated that he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning, while Xiao Xiao and Xin Fatzi went to the library.

Originally, Zheng Qing was supposed to work in Professor Montella's laboratory at this time, but at noon, he suddenly received a paper crane from the laboratory, and the professor said that the end of the semester was approaching and the laboratory was temporarily closed, leaving time for students to review their homework.

The announcement was a little sudden, but understandable.

But it was precisely because of this 'suddenness' that Zheng Qing's schedule was disrupted. On weekends and two days, every desk in the library is occupied from morning to night, and the study room is full. After a long day of searching, the young public-funded student had to admit that there was no other suitable place for him to review his homework except for his own dormitory.

And the dormitory has never been a good place to study.

After sitting at the desk for less than an hour, Zheng Qing couldn't open his eyes. The afternoon sun is warm, through the window, and the sun shines on the body, making people drowsy. And the fat cat lying on the edge of the table and purring further strengthens this dilemma.

There's no easier way to relax than a cat purring.

It wasn't until he left the third saliva on the parchment that Zheng Qing finally made up his mind - sleeping on the table is sleeping, lying on the bed is also sleeping, anyway, if you can't learn, why not let yourself sleep more comfortably?

Let the fall come more violently!

In this way, he finally lay down on his six-poster bed with peace of mind.

One slept is two hours.

Outside the gauze tent, on the desk, Tuan Tuan snorted again.

The cry was full of humility and flattery, and there was no majesty and domineering in normal times. Zheng Qing rubbed his eyes, his vision became a little clearer, and then he saw a familiar and unfamiliar back in front of his desk.

Yes sir!

The young wizard rolled out of bed, tore open the mosquito net, didn't put his shoes on, and stumbled forward two steps. Undoubtedly, it is Mr. Wu.

The gentleman was bending over, looking seriously at the treatise on the philosophy of magic that Zheng Qing had placed on the table before he went to sleep. The fat cat closed its eyes and shrunk into a ball, like a ball of yarn, in the corner of the desk. The hairballs were full of elves, and compared with the hairballs, the elves were much bolder, and some even dared to scream, flapping their wings and landing on Mr. Husband's shoulders.

Zheng Qing motioned with his eyes to prepare hot tea and fruit quickly.

The bold elves happily flew away from Mr. 's shoulders, and it was only then that Zheng Qing felt that his cheeks were a little hot.

He vaguely remembered that before he went to bed, there were puddles of saliva on the parchment carrying the papers. He had planned to clean up the stains when he woke up, but unexpectedly Mr. suddenly appeared in the dormitory.

This makes everything seem a little confusing.

"You, why are you here?" the boy stammered, breaking the silence in the afternoon dorm room.

On the corner of the desk, the fat cats in a clump quietly pricked up their ears and trembled slightly. His head was still buried under his arms and claws, refusing to show his head.

"I'm free for the time being, so I'm here for a walk. The gentleman did not look back, still carefully read Zheng Qing's paper, and at the same time replied gently: "It just so happens that you also have time...... We can bring tomorrow's class forward to today. ”

Zheng Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva quietly.

The title of the dissertation was "The Gentleman is Not a Weapon", which began with "The Metaphysical is the Way, and the Metaphysical is the Instrument", summarizing all the worldviews and methodologies that Zheng Qing learned in the first grade. The paper was not finished yet, and it was stuck on the case study. Zheng Qing is hard pressed to find a proper example that encapsulates both the main points and the philosophical theories he has learned.

Out of the corner of the boy's eye, he caught a glimpse of the fat cat retracting its ears again. The elves held the fruit and hot tea, and floated on the side of the gentleman, and were embarrassed to entertain them.

The gentleman finally took his eyes off the paper, stood up straight, bowed slightly at the elves, took the tea, took a sip, and then turned to look at the young scholarship student.

"Looking at the title of this paper, you already have some ideas about the content of the third lesson?" said in an affirmative tone.

Zheng Qing nodded silently.

In the first lesson, Mister took him to two scenes—the North Side Trickster prays for strength from Colma, and the seeds of rebellion in the New World turn to dust with a wave of his hand.

Then he learned that 'the benevolent are not worried', and the benevolent person has a clear conscience.

In the second class, Mr. took him on a tour of the world in the mirror. Although something went wrong in the middle, Zheng Qing and Zhu Si met unexpectedly, but overall, there was no deviation from Mr.'s teaching goals.

In this class, Zheng Qing learned that 'those who know are not confused', and wise people will not be confused by appearances.

Then came the third lesson.

With the foundation of the first two lessons, combined with what Mr. said in the first class, 'quality is better than literature, literature is better than history, literature is courteous, and then gentlemen', Zheng Qing easily found the corresponding content from ancient books.

"Zi said, the third gentleman and Taoist, I am incompetent, the benevolent are not worried, the knower is not confused, and the brave are not afraid. Zheng Qing cleared his throat, read out this sentence, and then glanced at his husband: "In the third lesson, you should be able to teach me what 'the brave are not afraid'." ”

The gentleman nodded, and glanced sideways out the window.

The fat cat group became more and more rounded, and the breeze through the hall blew, and the slender cat hair moved slightly with the wind, shining a comfortable luster in the sun.

"Do you know what scares people?" said the gentleman, holding his hand on the boy's shoulder.

Zheng Qing blinked, and just as he wanted to answer this question, he felt that his feet suddenly emptied, and the feeling of falling from a high altitude surged from all directions again, wrapping him tightly.

Two figures suddenly disappeared from the room.

The elf with the teacup and the fruit bowl screamed and looked around blankly, not knowing where the guest and the host had gone, while the fat cat, which had been clumped together, shook its ears, and after a while, stretched its waist and erected its tail, and returned to its cat form, as if nothing had happened, and wandered around the desk with vigor.